Plot Line: It's been one year since the events of The 10th Kingdom and life has gone back to normal in New York City with Tony Lewis even having been able to return to his old apartment. However, life has a way of getting weird again when the troll kingdom abducts Wolf and Virginia's son. Also what happens when the New York City Police department is drawn into the commotion? Will things ever be normal again?

Inspiration: Ever since I rediscovered my childhood love for The 10th Kingdom I've been trying to figure out which of my other fandoms I could cross it over with.

Spoilers: Pretty sure there are no spoilers.

Rating: T just as a safety point.

View Point: Third person.

Disclaimer: I don't own the 10th Kingdom (neither book nor mini-series) and I don't own Law & Order: Criminal Intent...I'm just a fangirl with too much time on her hands and too many contrasting fandoms.


"Hey, hey don't cry." Tony Lewis held his infant grandson hopelessly, wishing he could actually understand why the baby wouldn't stop crying. Wendell, that was what Virginia and Wolf had decided to name their son after King Wendell, didn't have a dirty diaper and he wasn't hungry but he had been crying uneasily for the past half hour or so. Tony had even tried simply holding the infant and cuddling him which usually seemed to calm him, but this time it was to no avail.

Almost desperately Tony looked towards Prince who was sitting at his feet. The dog was obviously no longer inhabited by the persona of his grandson's namesake and possessed no more intelligence than your average Golden Retriever, but Tony could still understand exactly what he was saying thanks to the dung bean wish. He had also returned to the 10th Kingdom with Tony becoming his pet and usually helpful companion. "Do you have anything to add to this?"

"Trolls," was all the dog said in response.

Tony was caught off guard by the dog's word. "Trolls? What does that even mean? We're in New York City, there are no trolls here." He turned back to his grandson hoping a silly tone of voice would make him laugh "Prince doesn't know what he's talking about does he Wen?"

Wendell simply continued crying in response. Before Tony could become frustrated with his newest failed attempt a loud crash sounded from the streets below. Still holding his grandson, Tony rushed into the kitchen of the apartment to peer out the window. There had been a car crash in the streets below he noted. An unusually tall pedestrian had been hit by a taxi cab. Tony stopped and tried to squint at the scene to see what other details he could pick up about the crash victim. It almost looked like they were wearing animal pelts and something metallic glinted in the street next to them.

It took him a few seconds to process what he was seeing, but when it finally registered he realized Prince had been exactly right. Trolls were yet again in the streets of New York City.

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"I don't think I've ever seen anything like this. I mean I've been on the force fifteen years, but this is downright bizarre." the officer insisted pulling up the crime scene tape to let Detective Alex Eames under it.

"Trust me, my partner and I have seen..." Eames trailed off as her eyes landed on the large ax lying at her feet. The ax itself was strange enough, but the large arm it must have been thrown from upon impact was even more so. The arm itself was larger than that of a normal human being, and as her eyes trailed up to the body it belonged to she realized it managed to dwarf her partner who was already crouched next to the corpse.

"She's wearing animal pelts but I can't identify the species," Detective Robert Goren stated looking up at her as if he were crouched next to a normal corpse.

"Are you sure that's a she?" Eames asked looking at the body and her partner incredulously.

Ignoring that it was possibly a rhetorical question Goren responded "the victim has prodigious breasts."

Eames sighed as if to indicate that it had indeed been a rhetorical question. "Several witnesses stated that she had a friend of unknown gender who went into the apartment building directly in front of us after she was hit. A couple of officers are canvassing to see if we can find out anything else."

Goren nodded before pointing at something sticking out of a bloodstained satchel the giant woman had been carrying over her shoulder. "Look at this."

Eames bent closer, snapping on her own gloves as she did so. It appeared to be a rolled up piece of what could be best described as parchment paper and it was bound with a leather string. "Is that some kind of note?"

Carefully grabbing it with a gloved hand Goren pulled the paper out of the satchel. Next, he handed it over to her and she carefully untied the leather string.

The top of the page was adorned with a grotesque symbol involving some kind of deformed head, but the message itself was even odder. "The Troll Kingdom has declared an act of war against The Witch of The 10th Kingdom and her inhuman mate for the murder of Relish the Troll King, the father of the current ruling triad." Eames paused to read Goren's expression before continuing "We intend to carry out this act by abducting the witch's firstborn child and taking it back to the Troll Kingdom."

"Trolls huh? There's a D'n'D convention going on downtown at the Hyatt" the officer who had let Eames under the tape had apparently continued to stand behind her and was now offering in his own observations. When the two detectives looked at him as if to ask how he knew such information he shrugged and added "I don't get it myself, but my son is really into tabletop roleplaying."

"Well if she's a convention goer it shouldn't be too hard to identify her," Eames sighed hoping that the simple explanation was indeed correct.

Before either detective could say anything else, another officer appeared at the other side of the tape and spoke to Eames. "Detective, our canvas found another victim."

"This is a car accident, how could there be another victim inside?"

The officer, who had to be a young rookie barely out of the academy looked for a second as if she realized she phrased what she'd said wrong. "Well actually it might be unrelated circumstances, but as I was canvassing a dog ran up to me and began barking. He had blood on him so I followed him back to his apartment and the door was broken in." The officer paused, still not quite getting to the point. "The apartment owner, a fifty-four year old man named Anthony Lewis was lying in a puddle of blood on the living room floor."